Emily Swallow Supernatural Novels & Stories

I swallowed. “Who is it?” I asked as I stood to my feet, reaching for the plates of food to return them to the kitchen. Izzy and Fabian exchanged cryptic glances before Izzy pushed himself from his seat, helping me with some of the plates. “A woman named Emily. Beta Trent and Silas found and captured her while she was on the run. ”My world tilted for a second. I stumbled, then caught myself. Izzy and Janine were saying something, but with all the ringing in my ears, I couldn’t hear them. The name Emily punched through my skull like a hammer, dragging with it memories I thought I had buried.

I had been so excited I ignored the glaring signs. Emily was of royal werewolf blood. She had the ability to kill anyone who stood against her. She was a rare breed and very powerful and I… was just a hunter who had fallen from grace, and even worse, a human. Just who the hell was I, that she would say yes to me?

Emilia asked. Sarah hesitated. "I'm not sure if I should tell you over the phone," Sarah said. "But I think it's big." Emilia's curiosity was piqued. "Tell me," Emilia said. Sarah took a deep breath. "I've been talking to some of the locals," Sarah said. "And they're all whispering about some kind of supernatural entity that's been seen in the woods." Emilia's eyes widened. "A supernatural entity?" Emilia repeated. Sarah nodded, even though Emilia couldn't see her.

“Huh?!” I dropped the remote on the table, my eyes not leaving the screen. Was I dreaming or something? I couldn’t believe it not because of the reward, but because of the woman’s photo on the screen. I squinted, trying to believe what I was seeing. It was like looking in a mirror. An elegant woman with dark hair like mine. A smile that looked just like mine. She looked exactly like me except richer and elegant. “Emily, did you see that?” Sammy burst into the room, catching his breath like he ran all the way. A mischievous glint in his eyes. He pointed at the TV, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, a cigarette between his lips.

It makes logical sense, but after my conversation with Maddox, I can't help wondering if there's another reason they want me isolated. "I'll be there," I assure them, maintaining the lie. As I turn to leave, Thea calls after me. "Lena? Be careful. Your aura... it's flaring. You're broadcasting your presence to anyone with the ability to sense it." I nod, thanking her for the warning though I'm not sure how to control something I've only just become aware of. Outside the office, I walk quickly through the hallways, processing the new information and the inconsistencies in Winters' story. Seven types of supernaturals. Thea's strange reaction to meeting me. And most troubling, Winters' complete

“It’s the last seal. And it’s breaking.” Clara stepped forward, her heart pounding as she reached out to touch the stone. The moment her fingers brushed against its surface, a wave of power crashed into her. She felt the pulse of the darkness, felt its hunger, and in the depths of that pulse, she heard the echo of Emily’s voice. It was faint, distant, but it was there. “Clara…” Emily’s voice whispered in her mind, fragile and broken. “Help me… please…” Clara stood frozen, her heart torn. The altar’s power was slipping away, and with it, Emily’s last hope. If they didn’t act quickly, Emily would be lost forever — consumed by the very darkness they had unleashed.

The creature pulled out of her, and she felt hollow, she felt as though she had lost a huge part of herself. Suddenly, Emily was spun around and before she could blink or try to make sense of what was going on, the creature stuck the fat head of its cock into her mouth. Her mouth became completely full as it fired more shots deep into her throat before pulling out a little and firing even more shots into her mouth. Emily choked, she’s never had this much cum in her mouth or even pussy before. The creature grabbed her face as it placed its palm on her mouth. “Swallow.” The creature ordered, and she felt sudden fear as chills snaked down her spine, she swallowed everything it gave her.

She ate at her own pace and talked between bites and laughed once at something I said and the laugh was real and unguarded and reached everything. Walking back to the car, Emily stopped on the pavement. I looked at her. She had her hand on the wall of the building beside her, steadying herself. Her face was not alarmed, it was focused inward, the way it got when her wolf was reading something. "What?" I said. "One of them just moved," she said quietly. "Inside. A shift, not movement, just a shift. Like settling." She pressed her hand flat to her abdomen. "Lucas. I think they are about to start making themselves known properly."

She didn’t know anything at first, but now look at her. She knew about this place she knew absolutely nothing about months ago. She never knew she’d meet another supernatural like Clara which was now a best friend. A soon to be boyfriend Kieran and an ally like Stephanie. She never knew that she’d encounter an enemy like Veronica and her brother and actually live to tell the tale. If she could go back in time to tell her past self, she wouldn’t believe. Now it all seemed like a dream, but she knew it wasn’t. “So Willow, any special powers?” Danny asked.